Maxine Tora (littlemax) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-10-02 00:09:00 |
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Meeting More People
Who: Max and Chris
Where: Clancy's
When: Sept. 22, Evening
The place was... pretty much a dive. That was the first thing Chris Stryker thought when he entered Clancy's, a small pub/diner that tonight was offering cheap chicken wings and an open-mic night. Anything to get himself heard and maybe get people interested in hearing his band. Tonight, his band wasn't with him, but he still took the small stage with a cheap acoustic guitar in hand, wearing baggyy black jeans, a light blue Nike hoodie with the sleeves cut off, and thick, black biker boots. Counting off to a beginning in his head, he closed his eyes and started to sing as he strummed at the guitar:
You were my fire, so I burned... til' there was nothing left of me
I... I touched your face, I held you close... til' I could barely breathe
Why give me hope, then give me up... just to be the death of me
Save the rest of me...
Cuz I see you, but I can't feel you anymore - so go away
I need you, but I can't need you anymore - you hesitate
Now... now and then, you come around, like there's something left for me
We were one... we were everything
I'm still here... but I'll just keep the rest for me
Cuz I see you, but I can't feel you anymore - so go away
I need you, but I can't need you anymore - you hesitate
We never made it... you hesitated... I don't believe
That I see you, but I can't feel you anymore - so go away
I need you, but I can't need you anymore - you hesitate
Cuz I see you, but I can't feel you anymore - so go away
I need you, but I can't need you anymore - you hesitate - hesitate
You were my fire, so I burned... now there's nothing left of me... "
He stopped after the last line, taking a moment to center himself before opening his eyes.
Max had come in to this place early because she had heard that an awesome band was playing here tonight and she wanted to see them and see if they would live up the the hype that she was hearing. She had to get to know this new city and what was going on in it. When she saw the guy singing on the stage, she listened until he was done, giving him a hand and clapping when he was done.
Giving a cute little bow, playfully yelling out "thank you, thank you..." to the couple of people paying enough attention to clap, he made his way back to his table, where thankfully his wings and beer had been brought over while he was singing.
After he sat down and started in on his beer and wings, Max actually decided to do something fun: she flagged down her waitress and told her to bring the guy another beer on her when he finished his, just for kicks.
When the beer was set down by him, he started to explain that he hadn't ordered another yet... only to look over Max's way when the waitress explained it had been bought for him. Well. How about that, hm? He laughed and motioned for her to join him... hell, a cute girl buying him a beer? Why not?
With a grin, she got up and walked over to him, sitting down at the table. "Hey, had to buy a beer for a guy who could sing like that," she said playfully to him.
He gave an appreciative nod and laughed. "Well, thank you. I kind of usually have a whole band, but... we're in the process of potentially kicking a member out, and this was a last minute thing right here... and I'm totally oversharing. Sorry. I'm Chris. Me and my gifted beer say hello."
She grinned. "Hey, I don't mind the over sharing a bit," she said to him. "I'm Max Tora, and even without the band you still sound pretty damn good." Of course, Max wasn't that musical, but she knew what she liked, and she liked his music.
"Again... thanks. I gave our demo to a girl I met at Avarice II a few days ago, she said she knows the owners... I'm hoping it'll get us a gig there." He said, holding his hand up and crossing his fingers.
Max nodded. "If she's in good with that Bale family, then you shouldn't have any problem at all," Max said to her. "Hell, I think one of them even owns a record label or something like that. You'd be real set if you got in good with them."
"I'd heard that that was the same family..." He pondered, not ONLY for the music thing. He knew the Bales that owned Full Moon Records were a family of werewolves... and he was from a family of wolves where he was the last living member.
She nodded. She had actually heard that they were werewolves, too, but, since she didn't know anyone in the family all that well, she couldn't exactly confirm that. "Yep! Hopefully they'll love your music like they should."
"Yeah... that... that would be great..." Of course, he also was wondering if maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to help him, protect him even, from the things that had murdered his OWN family...
She caught the slight hesitancy in his voice, but, other than an arched eyebrow, she didn't mention it. She was sure that there was something else behind what he was saying, but she didn't know him well enough to ask about it. "Well, hopefully one day I can say that I met you before you were famous and sell my story to one of those tabloids," she said playfully.
"Well, I hope I get more exciting before then, for your sake. Because right now, I'm far too boring for any tabloids to care even if I was famous." He laughed, knowing full well his idea of partying was basically sitting at home with a beer and his PlayStation.
She snorted. "Well, those guys will buy anything on anyone that's famous, so you won't exactly have to be all 'throwing tvs out of windows' or anything wacky like that," Max pointed out to him.
"Oh, thank god. Because I think I'd die if I wasted a perfectly good TV." He said, laughing. Hey... he meant it. Dude loved TV.
That just made Max cackle. "Wow...you are utterly awesome," she said. "Let me guess...already taken and I can't ask you out, huh?" Well, she was blunt wasn't she?
"No... not at all, actually." He answered, taken a little by surprise there. "I mean... I'm not taken, is what I meant." He mumbled to himself, hating when he got caught off-guard. He'd taken QUITE a liking to Bella, but they hadn't even officially said they'd go on a date or anything... so why not, right? "So... ask away." Oh, the cheeky bastard.
And yet, Max was good at reading people. Came with being a pickpocket, actually. "You're not taking, but you're definitely looking at someone to 'take' so to speak," she said playfully to him. "I'd LOVE to ask you out, but if you're already salivating over someone else, I wouldn't want to step in the way."
"Ok. See... here's the deal. Am I attracted to someone? Yeah. But who isn't?" He asked, shrugging. "I met a girl here a week ago. We talked, she said she's gonna try to get my band's demo to the owners here. We might go out sometime, I dunno. But while, yeah, she's gorgeous, so are YOU in case nobody's pointed that out. We're both young people, neither is being held down by anything... I don't see the problem."
Max thought on that for a moment and nodded. "Alright, I get ya," she said. "Fine, let's go out this weekend. I'm kinda new to town, so you're gonna have to pick a place for us to go." Well, Max was nothing if not honest.
"Again? I'm not exactly Mr. Excitement. It'll likely be a small dinner, a few drinks, then maybe a movie and games at my place." He groaned then, almost facepalming. "And I didn't mean that sexually. I mean game-games. Like... I'm a video game dork."
Her eyes lit up at the last thing he said. "Wait..you too? What system do you have?" OK, secret time! Max loved video games of all kinds. She actually had an old school Nintendo in the little apartment that she had.
"I have a PS2 and a GameCube right now. Trying to get my hands on an old Super Nintendo though. I love the old-school games." Oh good god, Chris.
"I actually have an original Nintendo with a bunch of games at my apartment," Max said back to him. Hey, even if they didn't end up dating, they'd make fantastic friends, eh? Both were gaming nerds.
"If you got the original Metroid, you're my new best friend. Seriously." Because a gorgeous Asian girl who also played his all-time favorite game? Thank you Jesus.
"Then I think you got a new best friend," Max said with a smirk. "Because I had to fight all sorts of bitches on the internet to get my copy of it." Seriously, it took her four tries to get the damn game.
"Alright. Then a date it is. One that, whether it leads to an awesome makeout session or just two nerds playing Metroid... it should still be a awesome day." He smirked and shrugged, raising an eyebrow.